Oct
30
2012
Who’s In Control?
Posted in Poetry 4 Comments
We sit and wait…the power on.
Everyone safe inside.
Kitchen clean…the dishes done.
No place to run and hide.
Popcorn made…pumpkin carved.
Seeds roasting by the fire.
Cell phones charged…shelves are stocked.
Reports say straits are dire.
Roads are closed…rivers high.
Trees bend in acts of praise.
Praise to Him who made the trees.
Praise Him with hearts ablaze.
He is Sovereign over all the earth.
Sovereign over big and small.
We think we have things figured out.
When we really know nothing at all.
Can we still the wind and waves?
Can we calm the seas?
Can we tame the toughest storm?
Can we bend the trees?
Can we silence with just one word,
The fiercest wind that blows?
Can we store the raindrops?
Can we collect the snow?
We think that we are in control,
Of all we see and do.
We actually have little clout.
The power comes from YOU!
We plan our lives so carefully.
We map out all our days.
We think we have things figured out.
Our ways are not Your ways.
Your ways are so much higher,
Than our plans could ever be.
Your ways…no matter how they look,
Are…oh…so good to me!
Lord, we wait until this storm,
Has gone far out to sea.
We realize…when we see its power.
How things are meant to be.
You’re in control of everything.
No mistake You make.
You give grace so freely.
All we do is take!
Take all of Your blessings.
Never giving thanks.
Take all of your promises.
Put them in the bank.
Pull them out when things get bad.
Yet never realize,
That they are there…everyday.
They help to make us wise.
Wise to know WHO’s in control.
And who has all the power.
Who can stop the bustle
Of a life planned to the hour.
Who brings cities to a halt,
With one flake of snow?
Who can stop the traffic,
And the airplanes on the go?
Who can take our well-made plans,
And turn them all to dust?
Who has the right to rearrange?
Only You…in whom we trust.
We may not like when things are changed.
When things get tossed aside.
We have to still ourselves in YOU.
And learn how to abide.
Abide in all Your peace and joy.
Abide in Your great love.
Trust that all the strength we have.
Is coming from above.
Thank you, precious Father.
I’m glad You’re in control.
I trust You with my very life.
I trust You with My soul.
We wait and hope and know for sure,
Your best is what’s in store.
No matter how hard it may be here,
We are Yours forevermore.
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The Lord speaks:
Have you entered the storehouses of the snow or seen the storehouses of the hail, which I reserved for times of trouble, for days of war and battle?
What is the way to the place where the lightning is dispersed, or the place where the east winds are scattered over the earth?
Who cuts a channel for the torrents of rain, and a path for the thunderstorm, to water a land where no man lives, a desert with no one in it, to satisfy a desolate wasteland and make it sprout with green grass?
Does the rain have a father?
Who fathers the drops of dew?
From whose womb comes the ice?
Who gives birth to the frost from the heavens when the waters become hard as stone, when the surface of the deep is frozen?
Job answered the Lord:
I am unworthy – how can I reply to You?
I put my hand over my mouth.
I spoke once, but I have no answer – twice, but I will say no more.
(Job 38:22-30 and Job 40:4,5)
Thank you. Magnificent praise to Him alone and above everything.
This puts everything in perspective. We humble ourselves before Him above!
I agree, Al.
Total humility..
He is the ONLY One we bow our knees to…
The ONLY One who is worthy!
Gina
Michelle,
Isn’t it wonderful that we are able to praise Him?
I can hear you singing His praises now…giving the gift of your voice back to HIM!
Gina